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Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge | ||
54
SONG
Out of one heart the birds and I together,
Earth hushed in twilight,
Low through the live-oaks hung heavy with silver,
Gemmed with the sky-light,
Under the great wet star
Shaking with light, we jar
Lute-voiced the silence with intervalled music.
Earth hushed in twilight,
Low through the live-oaks hung heavy with silver,
Gemmed with the sky-light,
Under the great wet star
Shaking with light, we jar
Lute-voiced the silence with intervalled music.
While under the margined world the slow sun lingers,
Flaming earth's portal,
Over the lilac dusk spreads his great fingers—
Earth is immortal!
While the frail beauty dies,
Dream in the dreamer's eyes,
All the good gladness turns praise for the singers.
Flaming earth's portal,
Over the lilac dusk spreads his great fingers—
Earth is immortal!
While the frail beauty dies,
Dream in the dreamer's eyes,
All the good gladness turns praise for the singers.
Hark, 't is the breath of life! Hush! and I need it;
Northern, gigantic,—
Questing the silences, herding the sudden foam
Down the Atlantic;
Leaves from the autumn's store
Shrill at my desert door,
They and I out of one heart that is grieving.
Northern, gigantic,—
Questing the silences, herding the sudden foam
Down the Atlantic;
Leaves from the autumn's store
Shrill at my desert door,
They and I out of one heart that is grieving.
Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge | ||